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	<title>Comments on: What&#8217;s YOUR most memorable hug?</title>
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		<title>By: Christopher Foster</title>
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		<dc:creator>Christopher Foster</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2011 00:21:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Beautiful story Jackson. Thank you so much for sharing it. And thank you for reading this post, I still remember when I wrote it, the happiness in my heart. Lots of blessings to you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautiful story Jackson. Thank you so much for sharing it. And thank you for reading this post, I still remember when I wrote it, the happiness in my heart. Lots of blessings to you.</p>
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		<title>By: Jackson Dunes</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jackson Dunes</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2011 22:29:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Living alone in a new town with no friends yet and too far away from my last home, it looked like I was going to be spending Christmas alone. I ran into an acquaintance at the beach and after hearing I was by myself with no plans she invited me to Christmas dinner at her house.  I barely knew her and didn&#039;t know her family at all and I almost didn&#039;t go because the invitation felt more like charity than an interest in me as  a person. 

But sage advice from an old soul convinced me I should go. Dinner was lovely. The conversation was good. When I was getting ready to leave, she shook my hand and uttered a few words about how nice it was to have me over but her husband did an extraordinary thing. 

This tall, 6&#039;2&quot; man, bent way down and wrapped his arms around my 5&#039;2&quot; frame with absolute tenderness and grace. His embrace is still, to this day, one of my most treasured holiday memories because it was pure love and that&#039;s what the season is all about regardless of denomination. 

Jackson Dunes
Pug  At The Beach
http://amzn.to/BeachBooks</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Living alone in a new town with no friends yet and too far away from my last home, it looked like I was going to be spending Christmas alone. I ran into an acquaintance at the beach and after hearing I was by myself with no plans she invited me to Christmas dinner at her house.  I barely knew her and didn&#8217;t know her family at all and I almost didn&#8217;t go because the invitation felt more like charity than an interest in me as  a person. </p>
<p>But sage advice from an old soul convinced me I should go. Dinner was lovely. The conversation was good. When I was getting ready to leave, she shook my hand and uttered a few words about how nice it was to have me over but her husband did an extraordinary thing. </p>
<p>This tall, 6&#8217;2&#8243; man, bent way down and wrapped his arms around my 5&#8217;2&#8243; frame with absolute tenderness and grace. His embrace is still, to this day, one of my most treasured holiday memories because it was pure love and that&#8217;s what the season is all about regardless of denomination. </p>
<p>Jackson Dunes<br />
Pug  At The Beach<br />
<a href="http://amzn.to/BeachBooks">http://amzn.to/BeachBooks</a></p>
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		<title>By: Christopher Foster</title>
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		<dc:creator>Christopher Foster</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2011 15:24:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Tristan, hi. This is such a touching story. Thank you so much for sharing it here. I wish you every happiness. Blessings to you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tristan, hi. This is such a touching story. Thank you so much for sharing it here. I wish you every happiness. Blessings to you.</p>
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		<title>By: Tristan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Tristan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 May 2011 06:43:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I had a memorable hug about a week ago. This one hug literally saved me from self mutalation/cutting myself.                                                                                             I am one of the most happy, talkative people I know. The only time im not as bubbly and crazy is when im around the girl im currently falling for, Lucy. She goes to my church and when ever shes around, i get very selfconcious, but I still manage to talk to her. But everytime I think about asking her out, its like a little voice in my head calls me worthless, unloved trash (which is untrue because im well-liked by pretty much everyone). But that one time a week ago, I actually convinced myself I was worthless. I felt so horrible. I felt almost nocious. I had almost made up my mind to cut myself when I got home, something ive never even thought about doing. I sat there after service for a while with my hand on my forhead shielding my face from anyone elses view. I then felt something like fingernails gently scratching my back. I looked up a little and saw Lucy sitting me looking right at me. She then hugged me close for like 6 seconds. Shes hugged me before but none of them that long. And none of them had as much of an effect on me. I actually felt better and loved. She eventually got up and went downstairs to the lobby. I eventually went down there to leave and on my way out told her goodbye. She said bye bye and smiled. We are not going out yet, but I just have that feeing we might soon.                                                                                                                           Im glad I finally shared that expierience. Even if its just on the internet!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had a memorable hug about a week ago. This one hug literally saved me from self mutalation/cutting myself.                                                                                             I am one of the most happy, talkative people I know. The only time im not as bubbly and crazy is when im around the girl im currently falling for, Lucy. She goes to my church and when ever shes around, i get very selfconcious, but I still manage to talk to her. But everytime I think about asking her out, its like a little voice in my head calls me worthless, unloved trash (which is untrue because im well-liked by pretty much everyone). But that one time a week ago, I actually convinced myself I was worthless. I felt so horrible. I felt almost nocious. I had almost made up my mind to cut myself when I got home, something ive never even thought about doing. I sat there after service for a while with my hand on my forhead shielding my face from anyone elses view. I then felt something like fingernails gently scratching my back. I looked up a little and saw Lucy sitting me looking right at me. She then hugged me close for like 6 seconds. Shes hugged me before but none of them that long. And none of them had as much of an effect on me. I actually felt better and loved. She eventually got up and went downstairs to the lobby. I eventually went down there to leave and on my way out told her goodbye. She said bye bye and smiled. We are not going out yet, but I just have that feeing we might soon.                                                                                                                           Im glad I finally shared that expierience. Even if its just on the internet!</p>
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		<title>By: Christopher Foster</title>
		<link>http://www.thehappyseeker.com/2010/02/20/whats-your-most-memorable-hug/comment-page-1/#comment-580</link>
		<dc:creator>Christopher Foster</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jun 2010 21:45:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Virginia. Thanks so much for sharing your moving story. Isn&#039;t it interesting how sometimes words not only aren&#039;t needed, but would intrude really on something important and creative that&#039;s going on? Do you have a new dog?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Virginia. Thanks so much for sharing your moving story. Isn&#8217;t it interesting how sometimes words not only aren&#8217;t needed, but would intrude really on something important and creative that&#8217;s going on? Do you have a new dog?</p>
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